As seminarians, we celebrate every time one of our peers is blessed with a call, and more joyous when it is one of our dear friends. It is a time for the community to come, dressed in beautiful, flowing vestments and joining in one chorus in affirmation. It is even more humbling and honoring to be asked to participate in the Rite of Ordination.
What was so important about this past Sunday was not because it was just another Ordination service, but for what it stood for. Somewhere, there was a moment where through the dying leaves of Autumn, under the darkness of night splashed with shooting stars, or as the whispers of nature speaking to one's soul the Creator reached out and touched our hearts and we answered.
Even with sometimes through the stumbling, the debris scattered along our Journey and when we doubt, those strong and beautiful mustard seeds sprout in the form of faith warriors who keep us in their hearts and prayers, and we continue on.
And when we come from the road tired and worn seeking shelter, we find those doors wide open with the sweetest gifts waiting: a meal, simple prepared and the purity of rushing waters over us, making us whole.